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Measuring Meticulously

Tue, 15 Oct 2013, 09:38 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

It was supposed to be his responsibility to figure out the whats and how-muches of the appliances. He’d be living there, after all, so it seemed reasonable to assign the task to him. (We offered to underwrite it.) But the three-day weekend came and went. And the columbus day sales. So on the day the tenants left, there was no plan for appliances.

Washer and dryer, sure. But no fridge?

So up steps the fair and industrious Trudy. “I’ll leave work early,” she announces. “Where’s the measuring tape?”

My role in this enterprise was to fetch the measuring tape. And Trudy, as so often happens around this place, would handle the actual solving of the problem.

Later that morning, I call him and suggest that he should offer to go with. 

They greet me in the evening when I get home. They are laughing and tell me to listen to my voice mail. It seems that I had missed a report.

They had gone to the condo to take measurements. She had given him the tape measure and found him in the kitchen dutifully measuring height, width, depth. But it was a bit awkward, because you see the space was not empty. He had to reach around and reach back and reach over to get the numbers right. He had to reach around … wait for it … the refrigerator that the previous tenants had left. Indeed, they left all the appliances behind.

“Ben,” Trudy said. “Ben! You don’t need to measure it. We don’t need to buy a refrigerator. We don’t need to buy anything. Everything’s already here!”

In celebration, they went out for pizza and beer

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